these on the drop If they wanna jack I ain't finna tell a nigga stop I bet a hundred stacks he can't take this out the glock I'm a damn fool puttin broke
phone if I call See I'm livin' real large eventhough I'm real small But don't let that fool ya Money rules everything around me Creepin up silent behind
my mill And I'm from Hampstead, it's close to the shacks of Park South Well I'll be outside slingin, you're always high And don't come around to the crossroads
high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!) The Rolls-Royce (Huh!), it's all white (Huh!) Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes Meek Mill [Meek Mill
snapback fitted cap (Woo!) The Rolls-Royce (Huh!), it?s all white (Huh!) Foamposites, the LeBrons, I?m fuckin? wit? the Spikes Meek Mill [Meek Mill]
them phonies That don't want none trying to diss my homies Roll and rocker creeping through your city Bone crusher when I slap you silly Bone rusher when my mac milli
mac milli and slap his ass silly [Verse 4] I was a ho wet dream, a broke bitch nightmare Serve her game before we start the affair Mac usually never
if I call See I'm livin' real large eventhough I'm real small But don't let that fool ya Money rules everything around me Creepin up silent behind ya
signs Ran in the house and grabbed my clip With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip Bailed outside and pointed my weapon Just as I thought, the fools kept
the phone if I call See I'm livin' real large eventhough I'm real small But don't let that fool ya Money rules everything around me Creepin up silent
seagulls Balls in ya jaws on the hunt like bald eagles The end of the sequel I'm the milli-mac and the strong-end and nigga to blame you And i'mma start